Archive for tears

—to The Lord

decide the time to live in reason the rhyme may hide the inquisition can’t move but tears that swoon a moon glistens and i a lonely shell called home reduce to tears yr ancient thrown and curses of all time be past let go the hate an inner faith a second date a second glance a second chance-with dire debt receive the love you seek has left and right the world in spin and whirl there is a task that mask our youth the losing game of hurt and pain may curse the way you seem denied to live and love like any guy i promise you we’ll never stray and pray for you on holiday-please accept our lives at best the world is yours when with blessings won? please please our peace the need is great officiate before too late believe in us as we believe in you a theory of the golden rule and if by chance the cold may sting as bees to the honey the plays the thing so recess retire we care we tire we cry the tears you will not fear for it would be as it once was before the time was born beside still waters sons and daughters hear a prayer for you to care once more let there be a renaissance let there be life, come join us and bring your wife.
amen.

in the course of mighty rivers challenging channels caught cold quivers quizzical shivers crimson creatures absorb light tints of night right in the middle of second sight
appeal the real spin the whim reduce the speed sleep well my steed run run the tears the task turn dark as night time come
and i alone catch colder still upon the breath of heart that kill the ever lost that never will-the milk is spilt i cry
and never was the stubborn day that end the year and this dear bay that swim the rim and beg to play a song sung low remorse must tow a wreckage of a ship at sea the hull of heaven miss her plea to be as free as she can be the torrent wind whisper
a fascination pursue a nation a revelation doubt creation and i a worldly novice ask for solace in the tropic of my silence end the vile creature stress the promise of a wretch the wicked with the license wither you go you know the flow of words will do to honor you but in the dark the cavern flood the deep sea caves are filled with mud arouse the time to rise and shine to fall the wick burn thick till done the shadow knows from whence it come and answer this my sweet resist to you and yours a best exist till day is here i tell you dear i am the one who fear the dawn if ever one felt as forlorn.

a greater distance to the sun from earth
paint underneath my fingernails the work to file
deny my mother and her first born child
deep chill my heartbeat still on trial
older than a tree root rots
misgivings tied to have me nots
assert the failures of composure angry hot
middle of day the right to have their say
no matter what
a break in the weather a mix of sun and rain
our tears forbidden words bring angst a cruelest pain
a flux corrode like rust repeat the same refrain
you cannot trust the ones you love so much
with loneliness to claim no loyalty no gain
as a moon will wane I think we go insane
for what is love but someone else to blame
let light shine in eyes that look deep blue
as wide as an ocean she will rescue you
she is my mother bearing flowers
she is the ear that listens for hours
she cries the tears when she feels powerless
she is my dear she is my love an angel the sign of the dove
offering an olive branch
on the other end of the phone telling me she loves me
while eating olives.

welcome!

welcome to paintings and poems according to jak – a literal litany lyrical history of thoughts brought by insights traveled through channeling deepest feeling in words and acrylic paint – to ponder the fonder source in images that
the reader may relate with acceptance or abate – please read on you need not wait.Thank you so much,June Kaplan